Ethan pulled up as close as possible to the service door of the lodge. He leaped out and came around to help Rune lift the unconscious Kelsey out of the machine. Together, they carried her into the vast kitchen. A long butcher block worktable filled the center of the room, the kind of counter used for kneading bread and cutting vegetables. Right now, it would be a triage station.
“On the table,” he ordered Ethan. The two of them hauled her across the space and settled her onto the table. “Get some towels and put them under her legs. Let’s try to minimize the blood stains.”
“Already on it.” Ethan was opening cabinet doors and drawers in his search for towels.
Rune took off his parka and folded it up as a pillow under Kelsey’s neck. She moaned as her head lolled back and forth.
A minute
